M mid 30's
Also likes music, cooking and maths
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Oh, and if you're MAGA, LGBT-phobic, Every-Other-Phobic, Puritan, Pro Gen AI, I'd kindly ask you to fuck off. Thank you 😘
I'm your typical nerdy guy next door, too shy to say hello in real life. I opened this blog to explore my submissive side and interact with people with the same kind of interests.
Real quick about me : I'm in my mid 30's, do maths for a living and spend my spare time mostly playing and listening to music and playing video games.
(Less quick) about my kinks : I can't really date back to when this kind of stuff began growing on me, probably during my teen years when I discovered my sexuality. Very early, I've been attracted to strong and/or powerful women (the fact I grew up liking some action movies with badass female characters probably helped) and I developed immediately some fetishes (mostly leather, gun play, uniforms…) but I didn't really made something of it. It went a bit deeper when I lived with my (now ex-)companion and discovered how fulfilling it was just focusing on her and making her happy (the sensation of devotion can be really overwhelming). We never had a real D/s relationship since she wasn't at all into it but we however explored some aspects of it (including face-sitting, a bit of bondage and pegging, which, oh boy, is one of the best experience I ever had) and all I can say from this is I wanna experience more of it.
Of course, I have hard limits (like almost everyone ?) : scat/piss, age play, vore, too deep animal play (even if I like being called a good boy)…
I still don't know really how this blog page will turn. I'll most likely post my daily horny thoughts combined with music I like and other random stuff I find cool.
Edit : I wrote some short stories. They're posted under the tag #my writing, if you want to avoid my reblogs. Don't expect great literature, it's just a safe way for me to evacuate my horny thoughts.
I'll try as much as possible to source the photos/images/art I'll post here. Of course, any requests to remove content due to copyright will be respected.
Hope you'll find here a part of what you're seeking.
P.S. : Sorry for my bad English, it's not my native language…
Mom has started being extra attentive about your health. Every morning she places a small pink pill next to your orange juice. 'Your vitamins, sweetie,' she says with a soft smile. You take them without question.
After a few weeks, you notice a tenderness in your chest. It's a strange, aching sensitivity. In the shower, you look down and see it—a soft swell beneath your nipples, a gentle curve that wasn't there before. You press your fingers against it, and a jolt of something that isn't quite pain shoots through you. It feels… good. A confusing heat pools in your belly. You keep taking the pills. The swelling continues. Now when you brush against a doorframe or hug your backpack to your chest, the friction sends a sharp, sweet thrill straight to your groin. You catch yourself staring at your reflection, shirtless, your fingers tracing the new, soft mounds. They're undeniably breasts, small but growing. You're horrified, and yet your cock hardens every time you touch them.
You finally gather the courage to approach her, your voice trembling as you ask about the pills. She just smiles and tells you to lift your shirt. You hesitate, but her gentle command makes you comply. Her eyes scan your chest, and she hums approvingly.
Her hands are warm when they cup your new breasts, her thumbs brushing over your nipples. You gasp, a sharp bolt of pleasure shooting through you. You try to pull back, but she holds you firmly. Her fingers knead your soft flesh, and you can't stop the moan that escapes your lips. She pinches your nipples, rolling them slowly, and your knees go weak.
You're hard in your jeans, humiliated but so turned on. She leans close and whispers that you're developing so nicely, her breath hot on your ear as she continues to stroke and tease your sensitive skin.
The pills continue, and the changes become more pronounced. Your breasts are clearly visible now, soft and round beneath your t-shirts. One afternoon, Mom leads you to her room. Laid out on her bed are delicate things you’ve only ever seen in ads: a lace bra and matching panties, a soft pink sundress, a pleated skirt.
She helps you into the lingerie first. The lace feels strange and whisper-soft against your sensitive skin. The bra cups your new breasts, supporting their weight, and the sensation makes you shiver. She fastens the clasp and turns you to the mirror.
You see a stranger with a flushed face and a curvy silhouette. She has you try the dress next. The fabric is light and floaty, swishing around your thighs. You look… pretty. The word pops into your head, and your face burns with a deep blush. Mom stands behind you, her hands on your shoulders.
She tells you how beautiful you look, how the color compliments your skin. Her praise washes over you, and despite the confusion, a warm, happy feeling spreads through your chest. You love how it feels to be seen like this by her.
She smiles, calling you her good girl as she holds up the skirt and a frilly top. You obey without hesitation, slipping into the soft fabric. The skirt swishes around your thighs, and the top clings to the gentle curves of your chest. She guides you to the center of the room, telling you to pose.
You turn slowly, your face hot with a mixture of shame and excitement. Her hands glide over your body, tracing the shape of your hips, cupping your breasts through the thin fabric. You can feel your hard cock straining against the lace of the panties, a damp spot forming where it leaks. Her fingers brush over your nipples, making you gasp, and she whispers how pretty you are, how perfect you're becoming. You arch into her touch, completely under her spell.
Her fingers slide up your thigh, under the soft fabric of the skirt. You hold your breath as her hand finds the damp lace covering your hard cock. She cups you firmly, her palm pressing against your leaking tip, and a sharp, needy moan escapes you. You can feel the wetness soaking through the thin material.
She squeezes gently, her thumb rubbing slow circles over the head of your cock through the panties. The sensation is overwhelming, the delicate lace creating a maddening friction against your most sensitive skin. You press your hips into her hand, your body begging for more. She whispers that you’re such a good girl for her, so responsive, and you know you’d do anything to keep her touching you like this.
Hurt me, but not because I was bad or disobeyed. You know I’m always good, always obedient, always desperate to please. Hurt me because you like to, because it gets you off, because I look so pretty like this. Reassure me that this is not punishment, that I’m being so good for you. You’re hurting me because it gives you pleasure, and I’m taking it so well because I would never question you.
The Huntress (pictures taken from her public Twitter account).
Her Patreon is definitely worth checking out if you like hitwomen.
She has also a C4S for more femdom oriented content.
- Slave.
Andy raised his head from under the desk.
- Work day is over. You did well.
- Thank you Ma'am.
He had vacuumed the whole flat, did the laundry and prepared a fresh meal for the evening. When he finished to put her home in order, he had taken back his place under Mistress' feet, leaving the place only to fill her bottle of water or warming Her some tea.
- Go prepare my whisky and my weed, while I'm changing for something more comfy, OK ?
- Yes Ma'am.
- Good boy.
When she stepped in the living room, the drink was setup, the joints were rolled and he was kneeling next to the table, waiting. She had put on a black leather tank top, with a zipper on the front and tight jean shorts and looked as stunning as ever. Her wavy red hair were somewhat scruffy, because of her long afternoon of work but somehow it made her face even prettier than usual. She snapped her finger, pointing at the lighter on the table. He promptly took one of the joint, put it gently in her mouth and lighted it, before putting back the lighter on the table. As she took the first drags, the grassy smell of the cannabis began to spread in the whole room.
- Shoulders. Massage.
He swiftly jumped behind her armchair and his hands started to press her soft skin, sometimes slipping under her shoulder straps. He could feel her muscle slowly relax. His fingers moving slowly from her neck to go down to her biceps. He was always amazed at the contrast between her soft skin and her strong arms.
- Feet.
Andy moved quickly and knelt in front of Her, fully devoted. He started rubbing them conscientiously, massaging toe after toe, before moving to her ankles. Here again, her legs were strongly shaped, muscular. And oh boy, with such shorts, he could contemplate these legs all day.
- Enjoying the view ? she asked amused. She zipped a bit her top open, just enough to reveal her beautiful cleavage.
- Yes Mistress. Your body's beautiful. It's such an honor to help you relax.
They remained silent for a little while, the only sound being the rocks clinking in the glass as she drank the beverage. Once it was empty, she didn't need to tell anything or do any movement. One look was enough for Andy to stand, pour some more whisky in the glass and resume his position.
- Fuck. It's been a rough day, to much mail, administrative formalities… so uninteresting… But now, I feel much much better. Even better, knowing I have a night to play with my slave.
He smiled at Her but felt this time would be different. Her voice was a bit more lower than usual. He could swear he had seen a sadistic grin darken her eyes and smile. She must have noticed the mix of questioning and fear in his big puppy eyes because she quickly added :
- Yeah, tonight we'll have fun… At least I'll have fun and that's all that matters right ? She blew the end of her joint in his face.
-Yes Mistress, he answered, half coughing.
Often, this would mean she would bully him, slap him, maybe hurt his body… maybe more… But he knew it was part of the deal and was more than happy to compel to it. Her pleasure was more important than anything else. She dipped two fingers in her glass.
- Open your mouth.
The cold liquid flowed as she ran the fingers in his mouth. After wiping her hand on his cheeks, she slapped his face twice.
- Good boy. She put her glass down on the table and took back the weed. Want a drag ?
- I'd love to, Mistress.
This was, however, really rare. She almost never shared it. But he never really cared, since he has always been clean. He loved when Mistress smoked, loved the smell and the sight of Her getting slowly high but he would never have dreamt to get high with her.
- Yeah, I know, all of this is very unusual, . But I need you as relaxed as possible because… oh boy we'll really have fun, slaveboy. You trust me, anyway ?
- But y… Yes Mistress. His voice was more and more trembling at each word he pronounced, almost whiny.
- I share my weed, my whisky, the view of my boobs and that's all I get in return. She had grabbed his jaw. A pathetic whiny slaveboy unable to thank me properly.
- But Ma'am. He couldn't add more as the grip of her hand tightened.
She spat on his face and added two more slaps.
- "But, but" ! How dare you answer this to me ?
He had dropped on all fours after the slap, his forehead touching the ground.
- Sorry Ma'am. Thank you Ma'am. I swear I love every bit of it Ma'am ! The words rushed in his mouth. It's just so unusual, that's I'm afraid of what coming next Ma'am. But I wanna be your goodest boy and…
- Calm down, calm down slaveboy. Her feet were now resting on his back. You know I love bullying you… God you fall for it so easily. He could hear the sadistic amusement in her voice as she gently rubbed his hair. Why are you nervous ? Her voice became suddenly icy. Are you hiding something to me ?
He remained silent.
- I asked you a question, slave. Her barefoot kicked him in the ribs.
- N… No Ma'am.
- Your voice is hesitating. Maybe it has something to do with something hiding in your phone ?
- M… My phone ?
- The pictures.
- P… Pictures ?
She grabbed him by the hair and looked at him in the eye,
- You're fucking again with me and I hate it. If I tell you "hitwoman", "executrix in leather", "girls with guns", you will also pretend you don't know anything ? Or you're just gonna repeat every word I say like a fucking parrot ? And she slapped him again and again.
So that was the point, that was the "fun" she was talking about. She discovered some embarassing stuff in his phone and the rest of the evening would just be a long night of "games" with her…
- Yes, of course I can unlock your phone, of course I check it from time to time, dumbass. And of course, I found some naughty boy hides some naughty pictures in a naughty folder. Go get it. Now.
He had never felt such an embarrassment. It was the first time he felt like this. A young boy taken red handed. His phone lied on her desk. He went and grabbed him and gave it to her, looking at his feet.
- So, this folder, no, not this one… where was it… Aaah it's there. This bitch for instance. You recognize her, right ?
The shame was too big. He was unable to look anywhere but his feet.
- Look at me when I'm talking to you, her voice cracked like a whip. He lifted his head, each movement costing him a lot. I won't ask again. Now tell me.
On the screen was a curvy woman in her 40's, black hair, black glasses and an open leather coat pointing a silencer at the lens. He nodded. He had dozens of pictures like that on his phone. Mistress began to scroll through the images, sometimes with a small comment, sometimes showing him the picture she had arrived to, sometimes just smiling to show her approval or mumbling when she didn't like it.
- This one's not bad… Hmmm no, looks like a vulgar hooker… Yeah, I could bang this slut… Ooh this one's hot… Just meh… At least, in average, you haven't too much bad taste.
The women on the picture were of all ages, body shapes, color, wore all type of apparel. The only thing they had in common were the pistols, and sometimes the knives they were holding. Some had a victim in front of them, some pointed a barrel at the camera, some were just posing.
- This one's quite hot, too.
All anger had disappeared from Her voice. She was now just enjoying the scrolling… and as Andy could tell, she began to bet turned on. He could see her free hand rubbing her shorts, when it didn't hold the glass or the weed. He was shocked at the turn of events. He had been expecting a harsh punishment and found himself instead looking at his Mistress rubbing her crotch looking at executrixes.
- Don't you think ?
She was showing him a man stripping in front of an armed woman in a dark business suit.
- Y… Yes Mistress. He still felt ashamed.
- Now you tell me. Why.
- I, I find it hot when…
- Yeah yeah I know, she interrupted. You like it when I bully you, next logical step is gun play, plus leather or uniforms, blablabla. It's quite obvious why a pathetic slaveboy finds it hot. That's not the question, idiot. Why. Did you hide it to me ? She poured herself another glass.
- I don't know. I felt ashamed. I was sure you wouldn't understand. That you'd find it goes too far. That… I don't know
She had stood up during his talking and had gone to the chair where her handbag stood.
- What if I told you that I understand you, she suddenly turned around, taking out a 357 of her bag. And that I find it hot too ? Down on your knees boy. Hands over your head.
His jaw literally dropped. His eyes opened even wider if possible and he obeyed silently.
- You should see your face. What ? You can't believe what's happening ? Your hot Mistress is going to play with you and her big gun. And she's gonna enjoy every second of it. And you too, judging by the bulge I can see from here, at least a bit.
That was true. He could feel his guts shaking as she stepped towards him, slowly, waving her gun. She sat back down, leaned back comfortably and took back her joint in her free hand.
- Strip. The shirt first. And make it last slave, I wanna see a real sensual strip-tease.
Andy slowly withdrew his hands from his head and started unbuttoning his shirt. He tried to be as sensual as possible, trying his best to ignore the raging boner in his pants.
- Look into my eyes when you undress. Yeah, these bedroom eyes, like that baby, show me these hard nipples. He let his shirt fall. Come closer now. Hands behind your back. She started rubbing the barrel against his chest. The cold metal then shifted to one tit, then the other. Stand up. The barrel went down to rub his crotch. He could feel his cock leaking. Your pants.
Andy slowly unbuttoned them, half terrorized, half turned on by the heavy weapon pointed directly towards his dick. He had never felt aroused at this level. Mistress was touching herself again and her breath became more and more panting. He couldn't look elsewhere but contemplate Her. Never had he found Her so attractive. Her top and mini-short were now fully open, revealing nice breasts and some pussy hairs. She paused pleasing herself for a few moments to look at him.
- Oh fuck, I understand now what they said. The thrill of having a life at the end of your gun. Or at least, a nice big hard cock to shoot at. Boy, I've never seen you so hard and leaking. Like what you see, dirty freaky bastard ?
- Y… Yes Mistress.
- Really ? She opened her shorts wider, showing a bit of her lips.
- Y… Yes Mistress. He dropped on his knees.
- You wanna please your Mistress ? Give her one of the most intense orgasm she ever had ?
The weapon was now opening his mouth
- Open wide slaveboy. Suck it. Suck it as if your life depends on it. It does.
They were staring at each other. The more terrified he looked, the more it turned Her on. He couldn't do anything but stay on all fours with the metal moving in his mouth. She then pointed it directly at his temple.
- Now beg for your life ! CLICK. She loaded her gun.
- M… M… Miss ?…
- You heard me well, beg for your pathetic life. Or beg me to end you, if you prefer. That's what you were imagining when you were looking at these fucking whores ? You at their feet covered in bullets.
- P… Please Mistress, please spare me.
- Not enough slaveboy. Beg better, I heard the word "please" too many times in my life.
- Nonono please Mistress !
- I'm gonna shoot, slaveboy.
- Please Mistress, I've always been loyal, always been your goodest boy. Always at your service. My whole life s devoted to yours, you know it. Please Mistress. He had dropped completely, clinging to one of her feet.
- Yes keep begging don't stop. Both of their tones were rising. Her breaths were shorter and shorter as the climax was building.
- I swear Mistress. I'll be the best slaveboy you ever had. I'm sorry I hid this kink from you.
- Yes yeees. Don't stop.
- Every time I stared at my folder I was always imagining it was you, my Mistress pointing your gun at me, playing with me. You're my everything. If you wanna end me, do it but, I beg your pardon. Please Mistress, pleaaaaase !
- Yeeeeees.
CLICK.
She had pulled the trigger as both of them were screaming, one of pleasure, the other of terror. The few seconds during which the whole room froze seemed like an eternity. Finally, Andy gathered the energy he had left to raise his head. Mistress was slowly recovering from her orgasm. She took a few more moments to come to her senses. She calmed down. Her breath stabilized and she opened her eyes, amused. She pointed her gun back at Andy's head. CLICK CLICK. The barrel was completely empty.
- Ma… Ma'am ?
- Shhhh it's OK, baby. It's over. Mistress has finished playing with you. She went on as he collapsed on her knees. Everything's over. It was a fake gun, and it was empty. Look, look, baby.
She helped him stand up and lead him to the sofa where he collapsed again.
- Here, take a glass, she said softy, handing him the whisky, before sitting next to him, his head on her shoulder.
She let him sob and they stood seated like that for a few minutes. They almost didn't move. Occasionally, he's take a sip, letting the alcohol calm him down. Silence was only broken with the "shhh" from Mistress and the heavy breathing from Andy.
Finally, he had enough recovered to set his glass on the floor and laying his head over her lap.
- I was so so scared, Mistress.
- I can guess. You should have seen yourself… But wasn't that a fantasy of yours ? I didn't invent your searches for "hitwoman, executrix".
- Y… yes that was. And… He gasped, I have to admit I loved it as much as I was terrified.
- Judging by your groin, I could tell, she laughed… but I want you to know that I had a lot of fun, too. And that you've been incredible.
- Really ?
- You were perfect in the role of the poor victim, begging, pathetic at my feet.
- Don't make fun of me.
- I'm not. I really enjoyed the whole scene. You outdid yourself during your little strip-tease show, a real frightened pornstar. And your shaking while I rubbed your body…
- Actually… once again I had to admit, it was really thrilling. You… you were so hot. But…
- … You really think I would have killed you ?
- I… believed it. At least with the adrenaline, I thought so.
- And lose a devoted slaveboy like you, my good boy ?
- You have other boys. You could have replaced…
- OK, OK fine, you don't believe me. Then let's say that it would have messed up all my living room, that blood would have been difficult to clean up and that I would have had a useless dead body to get rid of, body from a person that would be unable to do the cleaning for me. You like this explanation better ?
- You're making fun of me again.
- Of course I am, silly.
He took his glass and chugged it finish before sitting back next to Mistress. He had calmed down. The tension had eased. She took his hand.
- So I guess, you're OK wth me roleplaying with this new gear. Now you know it's just a prop, and that I won't hurt you… at least not with that toy.
- I'd love to.
Both were naked. Her clothes had slipped when she helped him move to the couch. The gun was still laying on the armchair and both were staring at it.
- It was hypnotic. I felt even so much bound to you. More than the first time you handcuffed me. More than the first time you leashed me. I feel it would have been the same if I knew it wasn't a real one.
- I'm sure you wouldn't have acted so well, she said with a chuckle.
- My begging would have sounded a bit more forced, yeah… But yeah, I'd love to do it again. And Mistress, he added, I'm sorry I doubted you. I should have known better you wouldn't hurt me. I've been stupid.
- Apologies accepted.
- Will I get…
- … the cane for your lack of faith ? Maybe, maybe not. I can't promise you your butt won't receive anything tomorrow. But maybe it'll just because I'll be even more demanding than usual… Anyway I think you had your dose for tonight. Now, you're gonna roll another joint, and bring it, as well as another glass for me and the bottle. Oh and your phone too, she added with a wink. I didn't finish your folder earlier and it seems there's a lot more pictures than when I last checked. Also, maybe you can describe me these fantasies with a lot more of details. I wanna hear what's on your mind when you look at these sexy bitches. Smoking pot and drinking whisky with your Mistress while talking about your fantasies and looking at hot badass women, that sounds like a fun program, no ? She smirked at his new erection, he couldn't hide. My sweet dirty naughty slaveboy.
On my way to the upper floor, I was welcomed by many boys and girls. There were so many of them. Some had different hair, and some had different complexions, but none of them were what I liked.
The wide hallways narrowed down to a slim alley, exposing the VIP club area. From politicians to celebrities, they were all there, enjoying the company of the exclusive companions sitting by their sides. The scene was intense, raw, and heavy with indulgence. I watched the room, looking for a very specific type of presence.
“Please, sit here,” the agency manager, who had led me up there, offered, indicating a private section of the area before leaving to get the exclusive portfolio he told me he had.
In a few minutes, under the darkness and red glimmer of the room, a row of men and another row of women followed after him. They all tried to seduce me with their eyes, exposing the best parts of their bodies and smiling at me like they had seen a high-paying client. My eyes skipped over them like advertisements in the middle of a favorite show and landed upon a particular man between them.
“I’ll take his contract.” He intrigued me like never before, and I could not help but glance his body up and down. He was shy, timid, and perfectly healthy. With his black hair and brown eyes, it was no wonder he stood out in the crowd of blonde and blue eyes.
“Are you sure you want to select him for an exclusive, 24/7 arrangement?” the manager inquired, disbelief visible on his face. Even the boy looked at me in disbelief before the manager sent him away to get packed and ready to leave with me. “Are you sure you want to sign him?”
“He’s perfect. My father would approve of this choice.” I felt thrilled inside, a smirk cornering my lips.
“You know why you signed that contract, right?” I spoke, inhaling the smoke while sitting on the couch in my living room. My eyes were glued to his timid body as he sat on his knees right in front of me, fully aware of the submissive role he had agreed to. My guards stood behind him, acting as the focus of his attention as he glanced back at them over his shoulder. I noticed his eyes watching everyone behind me.
“What are you, shy?” I grasped his jaw, yanking him to face me. “I thought you were a well-trained submissive,” I whispered, pushing him back onto the floor. “Alright, my guards will show you to your room, where you will be living for the duration of your service—if you’re lucky enough to last.”
He nodded and stood up to leave, his black robe almost falling off him. Apparently, the agency thought I would dive right into him in my car.
“You’ll be given clothes to wear. Wash your body nice and clean, and wait patiently for me. I’ll be upstairs shortly.”
Thirty minutes passed before I decided to knock on his door. I had given him a room right beside mine for my own convenience. He unbolted the door a few seconds after I knocked, trying to adjust the white robe on his body. A small glimpse of his underwear showed it was tight, making me imagine how his ass looked in it. I was going to have so much fun playing with him.
“Are you ready?” I asked as I entered and stood before the large mirror.
He nodded, stepping back into the room.
“Go get the collar,” I ordered, my mind dizzy with how quickly his body moved to retrieve the symbol of his submission. Suddenly, the robe slipped off his shoulder, exposing his pink nipples and robust frame as he stood before me with the collar in his hands.
“You have a beautiful body. It’ll be even more gorgeous when I’m done with you,” I whispered in his ear. “My name is Mira. What is yours?” I grasped his hands while taking the collar and turned him around, forcing him to look at his body in the large mirror.
“K--Kian.” His eyes fluttered, matching his trembling tone.
“You have a gorgeous name, too.” I buckled the collar around his throat and ran my fingers down from his chest to his abdomen, taking in the softness of his skin and the sweet scent of his neck. “So, Kian, shall we make a few things clear about our arrangement first?” I whispered, my lips grazing the shell of his ear. He was just as tall as I was, and standing so close, my breasts pressed against his back.
“Y--Yes,” he stuttered, his eyes following my fingers to his nipples. I gently rubbed them with the tips of my fingers, watching him close his eyes instantly.
The dryness wasn’t doing it for me, so I pushed my fingers into his mouth, held his jaw with my other hand, and rested my head on his shoulder. My fingers danced along his slimy, tender tongue before diving deep into his throat. He coughed at the roughness and gagged, grasping my wrist.
“I was told your profile said you were open to the things I like. The rough things. Is that right?” I asked as I removed my fingers from his mouth and began rubbing his nipples with his saliva.
“Y--yes.”
I replaced my right hand with my left and gripped his tongue with my fingers. “One thing you should know: you’re going to call me Ma’am. Okay? And I will call you what I want to. Alright?”
“Ye--Yes, Ma’am.”
“Good. You’re learning fast.” I left him coughing right in front of the mirror and picked up the lube from the table. “Did you know your exclusive contract was pretty costly to me?”
I walked back to him, lifted his white robe off his feet, and pulled his boxers down to his knees. “So, I do have the right to use you to the fullest within our boundaries, right?”
“Ye--Yes, Ma’am.” He fisted his hands, trembling when I pushed him against the mirror. His palms were glued to the glass as he jutted his ass out.
“So, how many times has this ass of yours been played with?” I asked, squeezing his perfect butt with my palm. His discomfort at the question was perfectly visible in the mirror, but I wanted my answer. After a minute of waiting for him to reply, I rewarded his ass with a slap for his silence. “I asked a question.”
His timid body flinched instantly. “I’m--I’m sorry,” he whimpered.
“Let’s make one thing clear here. When I ask you a question, I want you to answer without second thoughts. You are my contract plaything. Don’t you dare ever forget your role. Do you get that?”
“Y-Yes, Ma’am.”
“Good. Now, how many people have been with you before? It’s not like a professional companion remembers every client, but I was told you’re special. So, try and answer,” I said, squeezing a large amount of lube against his hole and throwing the tube onto the floor.
“It hasn’t—Ma’am. You’re—you’re the first one.”
“Am I?” I ran my fingers down to his hole. “Did you just lie to me?” I slapped his ass again, leaving a clear handprint. “Let me tell you something: I don’t like people who lie! Don’t assume that I’m soft just because I’m a woman. I’m more ruthless than most of the clients you’ve ever heard about!”
“I--I didn’t lie—” he squealed as I continued to spank his ass, squeezing his balls in my other hand while my arm supported his waist to maintain his posture.
“Am I a fool? Where did this pliability come from then? After all, you’re a professional. Who can believe it’s your first time! God knows how many clients you’ve taken before.”
I degraded his professional pride as I pushed another finger into him, then made it three.
“No—No, I swear, it’s—me, I—” he whimpered.
“I, I what?” I was surprised by how easily he could take three of my fingers inside him while still managing to stand.
“I did that—I played with my—hole,” he squealed, his eyes shut as he struggled to stand.
“Is that so? Why didn’t you say so?” I smirked, satisfied after getting what I wanted. “Come here,” I ordered as I sat back on the couch, our reflection still perfectly visible in the mirror.
I tied both of his hands together and wrapped a strap-on around my waist. “Sit on this big friend of mine!” His eyes went wide. “What are you scared of? This should easily fit.”
“Y-Yes, Ma’am,” he stuttered, straddling my thighs and beginning to take in the toy.
I watched his round, plump ass take the full nine inches, his fingers digging into my shoulders as his noises grew more lustful. He looked beautiful, biting down on his lip with his head thrown back from the thickness inside him. He rested his face on my shoulder, his body trembling against me. Slowly, he began riding me, whimpering in my ear so sweetly that it made my own core twitch.
“Look at yourself, taking it like a total slut. Your hole is taking every inch just like the good little sub you are,” I whispered, wrapping my arms around his waist.
He swiftly turned his head and saw in the mirror exactly how his ass was consuming it, looking beautiful half-dressed and half-naked. “That is what you are to me during our scenes—my plaything, and you’ll always be,” I said, thrusting upward, causing him to moan louder and sink back into my neck. “Do you understand?”
“Y-Yes, Ma’am!”
“I’ll never fall in love with you; I will just use you for pleasure whenever I see fit. You’ll come crawling to me whenever I want a scene. You’ll wait for me to come home and fuck you until I’m satisfied.”
“Y--yes, Ma’am.” He was obedient, exactly to my liking.
“Don’t worry. I’ll provide everything you want as per our agreement. Fine clothing, good food, jewels, allowance, cars, or anything else. And in return, I want your complete obedience during our time together with no questions asked. Isn’t this an amazing deal?”
“Y--yes, Ma’am.”
“Good boy!” I squeezed his throbbing cock between my hands, pumping my hips. He began moaning louder and louder. “You’ll beg for me to let you please me. You’ll beg to cum. You’ll beg for everything, and if you’re good enough, I might consider giving it to you.”
“Ye--yes, Ma’am.” His body trembled, biting my neck and wrapping his arms around me. “Please! Please, Ma’am! Let—let me cum!” He soon started begging, his professional composure entirely dissolved.
“Yeah? You’ll be good?”
“Ye--yes, Ma’am. I’ll—I will be good. I’ll be your good little whore!” His shy demeanor dissolved, completely giving in to the role.
“That sounds nice coming from your mouth. That is what you are: my personal plaything.” I picked him up, pulled out, and threw him onto the bed.
I shoved back inside him, gripping his hips and thrusting hard. He wrapped his arms and legs around my waist as I leaned down, scratching my back and begging for release.
“Cum, right here on the sheets, on yourself, and always remember this is your place—right under me, crying out for your Mistress.”
His lustful cries and moans echoed in the dense room as I leaned on top of him, whispering one last time and running my fingers over the leather of his collar as he came. “You were such a good boy. We’re going to have so much fun.”
END OF THE SMUT
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Spending the day with him in galleries and museums, both discussing and judging the art. Till we reach the Tate and decide to enjoy a coffee on the terrace. The autumn weather chilly, not too many patrons are outside. So as soon as the last couple goes back in, I drag him to the corner. Tell him to watch over the balcony and tell me what he can see, as I plaster myself to his back and engulf him in my arms. He laughs at first and just rests back enjoying the moment. Then starts doing as I asked, making comments about all the people below us, chatting slow and easy. When he settles at his most relaxed I snake my hands inside his coat and start moving beltwards. Till I can reach his zipper and pull it down. His words stuttering and his breath hitching as I push my fingers in his jeans and palm him through his boxers. But always knowing to stay still and be quiet. Let me play with him how I like. Trusting me to know and do what's best for him. To pull him out of his underwear right then and there and stroke him out in the open. Harder and faster. Spreading his leaky mess over the shaft. Allowing him to rut into my fist. Glistening tip poking through. Whispering into his ear what a dirty needy slut he is for letting himself be used like this, for the whole world to see too. Torturing the head how he loves and giving him the most exhilarating handjob of his life. My good precious boy. He's so so close. Until the doors at the other end of the terrace open again and I have to shove him back into his pants. Zipping him up and setting him to rights as he whines needily and pulls me to him. Begging me to go somewhere and finish him off. To not make him wait. I only kiss his cheek and say we're not done exploring for the day, before heading back inside. What I have planned for him this evening will be even better. He just doesn't know it yet.
MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI ! YOU WILL BE BLOCKED !
Stumbling in drunk, trying to keep quiet…..it was always going to be Stepmother waiting up for you.
She wanted to make sure you got home safe and sound. But wasn’t she a little overdressed for a night at home?
Maybe.
Daddy is in bed, and she wants her fun. Those long gloves she’s wearing. Where did you last see them? Oh yes, you had one wrapped around your cock, and the other keeping you hushed up.
Guess what, Sonny? She’s going to wank you sober, before you get to hump her boots.
Happy Pride 🌈🥰 to all my fellow Queer sweethearts out here! I hope your days are filled with joy, love, peace and acceptance! That you are safe, seen and understood, especially by the people who matter in your life! But most of all, that you wake up every day and know that the world is a better place with you in it. That we want you to stay in it. That you can have a long, happy, healthy life. Be queer and free. It's all possible and will be yours. But you have to stay, because we're all waiting for you there! 💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
1. Options for stress reduction.
2. Chin scritches are a love language.
3. “Just a little break, baby.”
4. “I just want to be slapped and well-kissed.”
5. Love a good yoink.
6. Shiftwork
7. “Do the voices right, pup.”
8. The mileage may definitely vary on how folks like their aftercare, e.g., snacks, cuddles, orgasms, etc. I do think appreciating the knowledge, skills, and abilities of your dominant partner can be a good start. …How do you check in?9. Namesake
10. “Get in my bed and rest.”
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